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Truth Hurts

Summary:
He squirmed and turned to me, opening his eyes. He stopped crying immediately. All my fears were completely irrational. I looked into his bright blue eyes and I knew, I was meant for him and vice-versa. Quill had nothing on me. notebook paperA Leah love story.


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2. Chapter 2

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Chapter two

“Wesley, come here, now!” I laughed, “Come on kid, throw me a bone.” The little guy just learned how to crawl and he was fast. He squealed and crawled faster. Seth was waiting for him at the doorway to the game room. He scooped him up and tickled him. “Support his head Seth!” I hissed.

He mocked me but obeyed. I smiled again.

Oh, Wesley. Sweet, adorable, beautiful Wesley. How I care for you. You saved me from my fears, raised my hopes. I love you, you sweet baby. And I’ll gladly die for you if that’s what you want. I –

“Leah, you’re looking at him that way again!” said Seth.

I ran over and scooped my little brother up in a hug, “I just love him so much and I wanna love him, and I wanna hug him, and I wanna squish him, and I wanna –” I was swinging him back and forth and going “muah, muah, muah!”

“Leah! Ah! Gross, stop!” Seth screamed.

“Le – ahahahahahah!”

I froze and put my brother down, “Was that – ?”

He shook his head. We looked over at Wesley. He had his tiny hands up in the air grasping for me, “Le – ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahah!”

“Ohmahgod!” I squealed, “Wes! You said my name! You said my name!” I scooped him up and twirled around the room, “Wes! Wes! Wes!” It wasn’t his first word, but it was one of them!

There was a knock o the door and instantly all the happiness drained. Janet was back to pick him up. This was the worst time of day. I snuggled him up to my face and Seth opened the door, “Hey Janet.” He greeted.

“Hi Seth, Leah,” she swung the baby bag – which was always kept by the door – over her shoulder and held out her hands for Wesley, “How was he? Still causing trouble?”

I laughed, “No ma’am. Actually, he just said his third word today: Leah.”

Seth laughed too, “Actually it was ‘Le-ahahahahah!’”

“Really?!” she gasped, “is that what my baby said,” she laughed, “that’s great. Well I have to go. Tell your mother hi.” She began to snap the squirming Wesley into his seat.

Did anyone else notice how she shrunk away from her own baby? How she recoiled and seemed repulsed by him? Maybe I’m just being overprotective.

“Leah,” she said.

I looked up at her.

“Thanks for babysitting him for so little money.”

I smiled, “Anytime Ms. Anderson,”

After she left Seth closed and locked the door for me.

“Why, Seth, why did I have to imprint on a newborn. I love him so much, but,” I sighed, “it’s just hard. I mean, does God just enjoy watching me squirm?!”

Seth chuckled, “I hope not,” he hesitated, “’Cause, since Wes came, you’ve been a lot less angry and depressed, like you used to be.”

Can’t argue with that, I smiled at him wearily.

Mom was home soon and sat down with her, there was something I had to know about. I had been bugging me for a while. Seth too.

“So…um,” I hesitated.

“What is it?” she said.

“I feel ignorant, but what is it that happened to Janet?” I blurted. Seth, standing slightly behind me, nodded.

“Seth – ” she began.

“Mom, I’m fourteen.” He interrupted.

She looked down, “I know…”

She sighed, patting the spot on the bed next to her.

“Now, you must understand that what happened to her was very traumatic. She was very brave, and that should be admired. “I’m sorry,” her voice broke, “let me tell you how I was told.

“Janet was walking home one night, she’s very young, only seventeen. Janet was younger than you by two years. She was on her way home from work, but it was late, and she usually took the car but… she didn’t this time. A man came up from behind her and…he raped her. Then beat her nearly to death.

“The main reason I admire her so much is that, despite the pain, she kept the baby. That’s Wesley, Leah. Wesley is the child she kept, despite the face that she has to look her attacker in the face every day.”

I couldn’t believe it. It certainly explained a lot. She recoiled from him unconsciously, Janet’s really not a bad mother, she just… “Mom, this is going to cause Wesley pain later too, isn’t it?”

She nodded, “Which is why it is not talked about. He’s not going to know, ever.”

I have to lie to my precious Wesley every day. Forever.